The Emperor Wants To Marry The Doctor Chapter 2588 Side Story 92: Wish Fulfilled

At the dawn of heaven and earth, a massive explosion rent the cosmos asunder.

Myriad stars converged, weaving into dazzling constellations.

The heavens gleamed brightly, while the earth lay shrouded in shadow.

All existence stretched endlessly without limits or edges.

Day by day, the stars continued to cluster together.

Golden radiance cascaded from above.

Within the frozen void, a silhouette gradually took shape.

Snow crafted his robes, the ocean's depths birthed his gaze, and stellar glow sparked the brilliance in his eyes.

He rose upon the Heavenly Dao, emerging with the natural flow.

He perceived every breeze across the lands and beheld every soul in the mortal world.

He traversed towering peaks, skirted serene lakes, and crossed barren deserts, witnessing endless vistas.

Every sight etched itself like a vivid map within his consciousness.

The entire realm reflected in his vision, yet solely within it.

The further he journeyed, the deeper his solitude grew.

One day, he arrived amid primordial chaos where heaven and earth blurred. A sudden gust lifted his garments.

He realized he had entered a trance as the sun ascended.

Upon focusing clearly, faint ripples stirred in his serene gaze for the first time.

There stood a peach blossom on the verge of opening.

Its pale pink petals remained gently furled.

This flower had drawn all the spiritual essence from the land, sprouting forth from the turmoil.

He gazed upon it briefly, intending to depart.

All things in existence possessed finite bounds.

He embodied the Heavenly Dao, innate and unbound.

Yet as he stepped away, a subtle aroma wafted toward him.

His heart fluttered momentarily. Then, he pivoted back and extended his hand. "Come."

His deep voice resonated like a sacred melody.

The peach blossom drifted to him, twirled gracefully, and settled softly into his palm.

A faint curve touched his slender lips.

At that instant, he remained unaware this encounter sealed his destiny.

…

His solitary existence abruptly gained vibrant purpose.

Raising a peach blossom for the first time, he tended it with utmost care and devotion.

Born from spiritual energy, it had flourished rapidly until following him from its origin, after which its progress inevitably lagged.

Thus, he daily channeled a portion of his power to sustain it.

He carried it along familiar paths and revisited known realms.

It perched on his shoulder or rested in his hand.

Over the years, that cool fragrance clung to his form.

Yet the peach blossom developed agonizingly slowly; after ten millennia, it still hadn't flowered.

Patient and unhurried, he nurtured it with daily precision.

Only after thirty thousand years did it finally unfurl.

Delicate petals spread softly, the tiny bud swaying gently in the breeze.

After fifty thousand years, awareness began to awaken within it. It would alight on his forehead or tease his nostrils during slumber to rouse him.

Sometimes, while he inscribed the Record of the Million Gods, it darted to his brush tip, halting his strokes.

Never irritated, he indulged it with boundless tolerance.

At eighty thousand years, it entered profound slumber.

He summoned cosmic forces to forge the Fantasy Divine Sea, then erected the Fantasy Divine Palace.

Within the Fantasy Divine Hall, vast groves of peach trees flourished.

On a certain morning in the ninetieth millennium, a gentle touch stirred him from deep repose.

He awoke, eyes opening.

The peach blossom had fully blossomed, now brushing against his lips.

He rose, his pristine white robes slipping open to bare his toned chest.

The flower retreated slightly. Instantly, silver-red luminescence enveloped it.

A slender, graceful form materialized amid the glow before him.

Her eyes shut, tresses cascading like a waterfall, complexion as pure as snow.

Beneath the light, her alabaster shoulders and lithe waist faintly showed.

He folded one long leg, draping his wrist lazily over his knee in elegant poise.

He stared long and intently, his phoenix eyes darkening with depth.

Moments later, his finger brushed his lips, which arched into a smile. "You did it on purpose?"

As though responding, her dense lashes quivered, and she gradually unveiled her eyes.

Those starry, radiant orbs, utterly pure and luminous, met his sight.

…

He was well aware of the malevolent spirit born alongside her, yet it posed no issue.

Offering himself as her sanctuary, he freed her from its grasp.

He deceived the heavens and the world.

Prior to this, he never imagined concealing truths from the Heavenly Dao and all creation.

All for his own selfish desire.

…

Ninety thousand years he devoted to her transformation into human form.

Another ten thousand to await her return.

A hundred thousand languid years amid eternity's vast ocean.

Greed, envy, hatred, love, lust—all sins he embraced for her alone, unforgivable transgressions.

He forsook his former glory for an uncertain hope, a mere chance.

He staked his existence on their reunion.

…

From Peach Blossom Dock to Ling Xiao Academy marked the hard-won era after ten grueling millennia.

She had lost all prior memories, yet her gaze retained its sparkle.

When her eyes turned to him, they crinkled joyfully.

Tragically, catastrophe halted everything as the evil spirit beneath Million Wine Mountain stirred.

He severed half his sacred meridian, trading it for her complete rebirth.

Their essences intertwined, bound inseparably.

Midnight brought agony from the fractured meridian, robbing him of sleep.

Cold moonlight filtered in, stark and desolate.

Alone upon his bed, he reminisced of bygone days.

At last, in the woods beyond Country Yao Chen, the moment he anticipated arrived.

It felt like endless epochs.

Waiting had become his nature.

This time, she approached of her own volition.

Her eyes brimmed with wariness and defiance, face smeared with blood, appearance utterly ragged.

He observed from behind the waters.

In primordial chaos, she was tender and pristine. Through subsequent millennia, he pampered her endlessly, rendering her fragile.

But lately, her trials surpassed all sufferings endured away from him.

He approached, disregarding her defenses and warnings, gently wiping the blood from her cheek with his fingers.

The warmth beneath his touch seeped into him, easing even the bone-deep torment.

A smile formed as he thought, She's finally returned.

…

Upon entering the Fantasy Divine Hall, two paths lay before him.

Should the Heavenly Dao permit only one's survival, it must be hers.

If denied, he would defy the heavens themselves.

No room for debate or concession existed.

All sacred power stripped away, his bones and flesh ground to dust—it ought to have been unbearable torment, yet gazing at her, hearing her words, nothing felt warmer.

With choked sobs, she begged him to deceive her for eternity.

He recognized no sweeter plea, impossible to refuse. Even as his form crumbled, he yearned to cradle his peach blossom.

Once aloof through endless lonely ages, now he craved the mortal coil and its passions.

He longed to surrender his body, heart, and soul to that singular being, even if it meant entombment in peaks or dissolution in rivers.

He embraced it willingly.

…

"Hubby?" Upon reaching the palace, Chu Liuyue spotted Rong Xiu standing with hands clasped behind him.

Rong Xiaoyan sat inside, diligently tackling the golden Xuan formation his father assigned.

A swift shadow darted in from beyond, pursued by crackling golden lightning.

Rong Xiaoxun clutched his head in agony. "Stop chasing me! Can I rest today, please?!"

The mischievous golden bolts targeted his waist.

Rong Xiaoxi returned from the medicinal mountain atop Xue Xue, arms laden with herbs.

A green sparrow swooped in abruptly.

Rong Xiaoxi leaped down hastily and clarified, "I just wanted to get Xue Xue's help. Don't misunderstand—"

The green sparrow seized Xue Xue's head and yanked fiercely!

Roar!

Xue Xue snarled, teeth bared in agony.

Witnessing this, Rong Xiaoxi wisely retreated a step.

The green sparrow mounted Xue Xue and pummeled it relentlessly, sending lion fur flying everywhere.

Yet afterward, Xue Xue showed no ire, instead bowing its head to placate the green sparrow.

The green sparrow cocked its head smugly before fluttering back to Rong Xiaoxi's shoulder.

Rong Xiaoxi cleared her throat. "Okay, okay, Xiaoxi likes you the most!"

The green sparrow nuzzled her cheek affectionately.

…

"I heard you gave Yan Qing a long vacation?" Chu Liuyue inquired with a grin.

Rong Xiu inclined his head. "Eighth Deity is pregnant. He deserves it."

Chu Liuyue agreed. "When Xiao Ba gives birth, Zi Chen should come back with Tuan Zi."

Tuan Zi yearned for adventure, darting about ceaselessly these years, with Zi Chen trailing her.

A breeze swept through.

Pinkish-white petals drifted down.

She extended her hand, entwining her fingers with his. Softly, she murmured, "Rong Xiu, I like you the most too."

Rong Xiu drew her close, dipping his head to claim her lips. "Me too."

He believed his tale had reached flawless completion, every lifelong aspiration realized.